Stomach Tied In Knots(Kellic)

3-Even If It Kills Me.

No words. Nothing ever came out anymore. The band, the crew..they just got used to only hearig Kellin on stage, at the signings...maybe. But they didn't know, did they? They didn't know the half of it.

Kellin sat, in his bunk, alone. He stared at the professional shots of his new love, Victor.

"Tell him"

Jesse.

"I can't... He'd be freaked out"

"No he wouldn't"

"Yes he would! He's straight..."

"How do you know?"

Some times Kellin swears that Jesse is such an idiot. How do you not know?

"Go away, Jesse..."

That he did. He walked offf, leaving Kellin to his thoughts, and his photos of Vic.

God damn..why him? Why this? Why now?!?

Why not...

Why couldn't Kellin just grow a pair all-fucking-ready?! Just tell Vic how he feels. Why can't he? All thats stopping him is air and oppertunity and, pause, there went the air.

But his imagination got the best of him.

What if Vic hated him?

Despised him?

Avoided him?

Hated him?

Nonsense.

Tomorrow, it was too late now.

Tomorrow? Kellin would tell Vic, tell him loud and proud.

Vic would know and love Kellin back and the boy would make damn sure he did!

Even if he had to kill himself in the process.

Even if Vic killed him.

Even if love it's self killed him.

Even if he was ripped from limb to limb.

Even if it killed him.